During their sixth period AP science class together, Haruko demonstrated how a female sits on a stool. He imitated her, though he found it hard to keep his legs together all the time without a firm floor under his feet, just the metal cross supports of the stool. She dug her nails into his side everytime his legs parted. The main problem for him was that he had to think about how he positioned them. It hadn’t become instinctual yet and it made taking lecture notes more of a hassle than it had been before Haruko had begun feminizing him since he had to think about something other than just focusing on what the instructor was saying.
The teacher announced that the students would have to do a project based on the content of the chapter in one of the textbooks they were using and it would be a joint effort with their lab partner. The teacher gave the each student time to discuss what they were going to do for the assignment with their lab partner. Steven had an idea and presented it to Haruko. “Oh my God, Steven, that’s genius! Then she whispered in his ear, “you’re definitely going to be rewarded for getting your Mistress an easy A.” Steven smiled and then he caught himself as his legs opened again.
“Hey Haruko, why don’t you dump that dweeb and go out with a real man?” a voice said from the lab station behind their’s. Haruko, in a loud voice, answered, “first Bob, I can kick your ass without even breathing hard. Also, you have the personal style of a masturbating orangutang at the zoo.” The latter line had the whole room in hysterics, some of the students literally holding their sides. “Besides, Steven is headed to MIT or Berkeley. What campus are you going to? The University of California at 7-11?” “Fuck you bitch, whore.” Haruko got on her cellphone and called Yumi, who was in her english class. Yumi turned her back on the teacher. “Hi Haruko.” “Hey Yumi, I need you to take care of someone for me because I’m afraid I might go overboard and kill him,” Haruko said to her in Japanese. “I’m so sorry to hear that Haru-chan. I’ll be there.” “Thanks Yumi, you’re a lifesaver.” “Bye!”
After class concluded, Steven and Haruko emerged out of the building their classroom was in. Yumi had jogged over to meet them. Then Bob came out. “Hey you bitch, you can’t say that shit to me!” Haruko smiled as Yumi’s eyes widened. Yumi went up to him and pushed him hard, which knocked him slightly off balance. Then she leg swept him to the ground and kicked him hard twice in the ribs, breaking them. The rest of the South Marlin Circle crowd was starting to just about get to where Yumi, Haruko and Steven were. Daniel came running over and his neighborhood compatriots immediately surrounded them. “Hey Bob,” Daniel said to the vanquished party, who was writhing on the ground in agony, “you got lucky, bud. If Haruko or her sisters had gotten ahold of you your next stop would have been the morgue. So count what just happened to you as a good day.” “Seriously Bob, being a redneck would be an intellectual step up for you, asshole,” Haruko muttered and they all headed home.
Steven raised his hand. “Yeah Steven?” “Sorry that had to happen. What you and Yumi did was pretty awesome, though.” “Thanks sweety. Note that this is what happens when boys open their mouths and say something really stupid.” “Yes Mistress.” “Yumi-chan, is there anything I can do for you for helping me?” “I don’t know if you can help me Haru-chan, but I have to do this economics project for my AP political science class and I can’t come up with anything to do.” Steven raised his hand. “Yes Steven?” Haruko recognized. “I had that class last year. Here is what you do,” he began, before making his proposal and filling in some of the research background for it. “Oh my God Steven, that’s amazing! I’m going to totally do that!” Yumi enthused. “If you need any help with it, Yumi, hit my cell.” “Thank you sweety! Onkaeshi kanryo (your debt to me has been returned)! *giggle. “How do you do that, Steven?” Haruko wondered “I have no clue. The ideas just seem to flow in my head. I can’t really explain it.” “Thank God you asked me out, Steven. I guess we were meant for each other.” “I’m glad you think that Haruko. I’m even happier that you accepted.” “You might have the world’s first billionaire slave on your hands Mistress Haruko,” Daniel burbled Haruko laughed. “I don’t know Master Daniel. I think you’ll beat him to having that kind of bank account.” “I hope so!” Daniel laughed. “Well, Steven and I are lucky we have the two prettiest, smartest girls on campus.” Steven gave a thumb’s up since he wasn’t allowed to speak.
Unfortunately, Bob’s girlfriend, who was on the school’s women’s basketball team, decided to try to get some revenge for him. She had the same gym class as Rie and Aoi. After Rie had dressed out, her and Aoi went to the middle of the basketball courts to wait for the class to start with their fellow students. “Hey you Jap bitch,” the aggrieved girlfriend started while trying to push Rie, who ducked and dodged the attempt, almost causing her opponent to fall on her face. “My boyfriend is going to miss the next month of the football season because of your whore sister and her little friend,” she fulminated. “Jennifer, don’t do this, okay? It would make for such an unpleasant morning. And besides, you’ll be spending fourth period over at Johnson Memorial. So give it a rest, okay?” Rie appealed. “Fuck you!” Jennifer retorted and started to cock her fist. Rie flattened her with a spinning heel kick in the right side of her jaw, knocking out three of Jennifer’s teeth and fracturing her skull. “No discipline, no self control. Her family has to really suck,” Rie calmly observed to Aoi as they walked away from the bloody heap she had just created. Jennifer would be hospitalized for two weeks and miss the entire basketball schedule as a result of this confrontation.
Haruko and Yumi apologized to Rie for the contretempts that ignited the latest incident not because they actually felt remorse for it, but because Rie got hassled in the wake of it. Then they laughed as Rie recounted her heroics to everybody. “Is ‘Eklund’ Swedish for awesome?’ Steven enthused.
But to Tina and Alissa, it would be Steven that was awesome. At Mrs. Westfield’s, Steven noticed that the sisters were having trouble with their math homework. Steven raised his hand and asked for permission to help them. “You don’t have to ask my permission to help anyone dear. Just keep the conversation on the homework,” she informed him. Steven then looked at their homework and explained to them how to visualize the problems and plug the numbers in. “Oh my God, Steven, this is totally easy now. You’re a genius!” Alissa praised. “Nah. Nicola Tesla and Einstein were geniuses, not me.”
After Steven had gone home and dropped off his book bag, he went to Haruko’s while still wearing his panties and bra under his clothes. “Hey sweety, get naked for me, okay?” Haruko, smiling, asked. He did that and she went down to her knees and gave him a long, slow blowjob before tripping his trigger and eliciting a huge wall of jizz to be spooled into her mouth. She stood up and removed her clothes. “Hey baby, will you please give me a foot massage?” “Yes Mistress.” “Just call me Haruko for now,” she requested. “Yes Haruko.” “Just talk to me normally honey.” “You got it my little dove.” He spent the next half hour manipulating her feet. “Go wash your hands and then get in bed with me,” she demanded. “Okay,” he acknowledged and, after returning from the bathroom, he slid into bed with her. She put her head on his shoulder and he cuddled her. “Steven, you’re so amazing. I feel so in love with you right now. I thought it was really sweet the way you helped Tina and Alissa as well as Yumi. Do you still love me after all the stuff I’ve made you do?” “Oh God yeah, Haruko. I’m really glad I get to take this side of my personality out for a test drive. You’re probably the only one I will ever meet I’ll be able to do it with.” “I’m glad baby. Kiss me.” Steven took Haruko in his arms and they spent the next hour passionately kissing and cooing at each other. He was hard again, so she reached over and began stroking him. “And not only are you smart and very sweet, you have a huge dick. Come on honey, put it inside me,” she begged. She released his member and rolled on to her back. He crawled in between her legs and pushed his spear into her pink folds. “Oh God, that feels incredible. I don’t think I’ve been in love with you as much as I am now darling. Just hold me,” she urged. They laid there still, she encircled in his arms and his prick stuffing her wet cunt. He pulled her as close to him as he could, feeling the line of her back as his palms ran up and down her upper body.
“I feel so warm inside right now baby.” “Me too, Haruko. Your skin feels amazing against mine. Your body is so soft and smooth and my heart is beating a million miles an hour, my love for you making my blood red hot.” She smiled brightly and kissed him as he began to gradually thrust his cock in and out of her. “Oh yes, baby, take it real slow,” she demanded. “Mmmmm” she murmured, the sensations hitting her at a dream like pace. His eyes consumed her killer body and then looked back into her eyes as he undulated his hips and her vaginal muscles clutched at his length. “Oh my God, Steven, that feels divine,” she said. “That’s because you’re a goddess, he praised. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh” she sighed, as even at that slow a pace the friction was building inside of her. This continued for about 20 minutes before she was hot enough that she wanted to be fucked harder and from there he drilled the daylights out of her, bringing her to a pair of orgasms before he flooded her womb with his sperm. He stayed on top of her stroking her face and decorating her lips with soft, slow kisses. “Oh my God Steven, I feel so relaxed. I almost want to go to sleep.” “Do it if you need to, baby.” “You can sleep if you want, too. I know you’re getting up early to run now, so it’s okay. “Thanks Haruko.” Within 15 minutes, they were both off into dreamland. They continued to sleep until Maki woke them for dinner. “Oh shit, I have to call my mom!” Steven said, panicking. After he apologized for missing dinner at his own home, he ate with the Eklunds, where Haruko bragged about Steven’s intellectual feats.
Steven was going to go home after dinner, but Haruko asked him to stay and they spent the rest of his pre-curfew time having sex, cuddling and talking. “God Steven, I so want you to sleep over with me.” “Oh my God Haruko, you have no idea how much I want that. But the grief my parents would give me wouldn’t be worth it.” “Yeah. I wish the alternative was going to stay over with you, but I know your parents wouldn’t go for that, either.” “Yeah. Well, it’s only another three months before I turn 18, so it would behoove us to be patient.” “Yeah. But damn it, I want you with me!” “You can call me before you go to sleep. I’m going to be up late learning songs for the concert you want me to give anyway.” “Okay, we can do that.” “Cool. Well, I better go my bird of paradise. I’ll be waiting for your call.” “Okay,” she replied and he got up, dressed, and went home.
He returned home and focused on nailing “Time in a Bottle.” He got a call from Haruko at 11:30 and wished her sweet dreams. He returned to his guitar and was up until 2 a.m.. He got up only four hours later and went running. So when he ultimately got to Haruko’s, he was a little lethargic. Haruko, noting this, ordered him to sleep during lunch and they hung out on the grass while she cradled his head in her lap. He only got about 20 minutes, though it was better than nothing. They worked on the science project for a couple of hours before dinner and then she had him call her mom and tell her that he was going to eat with his girlfriend again. She had him sleep until dinner and by the time they ate, he was feeling a lot better. He went home and worked on his deep throat technique and then looking at ways to taper his body before picking his guitar up again. He went to bed at 11:30 and didn’t bother running so he could have an extra hour of sleep.
He told his mom he wasn’t feeling well Friday morning and went back to bed. He phoned Haruko and said he was sick and then turned over and slept until noon. She came over to his house after she left Mrs. Westfield’s to commiserate with him, and he posited that he had just run himself into the ground a bit and needed a break. This made Haruko feel guilty. She spent an hour with him and went home. He played guitar for a while to try to learn Simon and Garfunkel’s “The Dangling Conversation” until dinner and then worked on his deep throating and the science project.
He felt a lot better Saturday when they went to a nearby UC library and then visited a Cal State library on Sunday. When he got home, he wrote up the framework for the project and by the following Sunday night they were finished and turned it in five days early. By that time, he only had about eight songs he could play in front of Haruko and her sisters and he worked like mad over the ensuing week to memorize four more. He was almost home. But now it was a week before Halloween. He needed to learn at least three more songs. That was going to be tough. He had already known Metallica’s “The Unforgiven” but thought that maybe it was too dark for them, but he decided to go for expediency and slotted it in. He learned Aerosmith’s “Dream On” in a day and then decided he would learn Stevie Ray Vaughan’s “Riviera Paradise” so that he could do one on electric guitar that would be unlikely to have the neighbors calling police to complain. The problem, though, was that getting the feel for it, since the song is riddled with all kinds of subtleties that required tremendous control of dynamics and phrasing. He got part of it down but ultimately had to abandon it. He stayed up until 3 a.m on October 29th to have a kind of dress rehearsal and really nail everything. On the 30th, he told Haruko he was ready. During lunch at school, she announced that he would be playing if anyone wanted to come check it out after they left Mrs. Westfield’s. Haruko and Steven didn’t really think anyone would want to hear him bleat his way through some rock chestnuts, but a dozen of the community members did and so they had to move the concert into the Eklund living room.
Dressed in a skirt and halter top with nude pantyhose and heels while also being fully made up , he kicked it off with “Dream On” and followed it up with “Dust in the Wind” and then sequed into the Scorpions “Still Loving You”. For a change of mood, he did “The Unforgiven” and Queen’s “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” before downshifting it into “The Dangling Conversation” and the Rolling Stones’ “Angie.” He dedicated “Time in a Bottle” to Haruko, which she thought was very sweet and came up and hugged him. He followed that with Bob Dylan’s “Tangled Up in Blue” and the Who’s “Behind Blue Eyes.” He went upbeat again with ZZ Top’s “LaGrange” and an acoustic arrangement of Bruce Springsteen’s “Thunder Road.” That was it. Unfortunately, he only clocked in at around 55 minutes, but Haruko, who enjoyed his little concert, let him slide on it. His voice was pretty much shot anyway.
“Sorry about my singing everybody. So I hope you enjoyed what I did on guitar.” The assembled neighborhood denizens praised his effort. Haruko knew how many hours he was putting in to learn those songs and still keep up with his schoolwork and learning to cook. He exercised when he could, but his outward physique still hadn’t changed. He was getting a little better at deep throating, but still gagging.
After everybody had cleared out, Haruko had him undress and take the makeup off. She climbed on top of him and they hugged and kissed for a while before she rocked her hips back and impaled herself on his cock. She looked down on him lovingly as her thighs and hips went hydraulic and made her pussy slide up and down his rock solid pole. Her swaying breasts and the sight of his cock alternately disappearing and appearing as her pussy caressed it. This was a visual feast for him. He was able to relax because the tension of doing that performance had worn him out somewhat and so he was lasting quite a while and Haruko orgasmed four times before he finally ejected his semen up her birth canal. She plopped herself next to him and they cuddled as she caught her breath. “Honey, I know you put so much effort into that little show you did for me and I watched you work yourself to near exhaustion just to impress me. You’re such a good sub, Steven. I love you so much.” She then put her hand over his mouth, which caused his cock to immediately become erect again. He grabbed it and lovingly kissed ir. “Come on baby, fuck me,” she pleaded and they had missionary sex, with her having half a dozen orgasms before he shot her full of his cum once again.
Steven hurriedly dressed and went home for dinner. He went out running when he finished eating and then did crunches when he got back before practicing his deep throating. He subsequently went to bed and slept for ten hours. He ran Saturday morning and did some core exercises he found online. He went over to Haruko’s and she announced it was time to pop his cherry. He had him lay on his back and she lubed up her strap on. She spurted some of the lube into Steven’s ass and began to push her fake cock into his asshole. He felt a lot of pressure there as the artificial penis pushed the walls of his fudge tunnel apart. She forced it in further and he felt a lot of pain, which he conveyed in a strangled, guttural voice. It took her another ten minutes before she had all eight inches of the strap on dildo inside of him. She slowly withdrew it, poured more lube on it, and then slid it back in to the hilt. She built up her momentum slowly and it caused a burning sensation inside him, plus there was no precum being secreted to make it easier. In and out, in and out, she began to mount a steady rhythm and the pain disappeared because his asshole was becoming used to the foreign body inside of it. She was now encouraged to speed up the rhythm of her thrusts and he was beginning to enjoy it as the dildo massaged the area near his prostate gland. He was moaning and she continued to work the man made dick into him. She began to jackhammer it in and out of him and he felt the pleasure mount, his breathing rather odd, and then, suddenly, cum sprayed out of the head of his main vain. She withdrew it and took the strap on off before wrapping it in a towel to clean later.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” he said, panting. “Are you sore?” “Yeah, a little. But I looked it up and I will probably be very sore for a couple of days afterward. That should be fun. Or not,” he chuckled. “You took it like a good girl, Stephanie. Are you happy I was your first?” “Mistress, I am beyond happy. I hope you will use my pussy again. I want to be a good slut for you” “Oh, don’t worry, I will and you will. Now clean yourself up and wash the strap on, too. I’ll show you what you need to do.” “Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”